White daisies
Nestled in jade leaves
The big kind
With upturned faces
To the moon
Water from the midnight sprinklers
Hanging in the air
Nothing moving
Suspended velvet night
I came out
At the exact rights
t time
To see the moon
Dark and crescent
Clear and overbright
The shining kind
That glows from the inside
Serial and shaded
Both the flowers and the moon
Buttered white
A ghost swaying\
Can’t look away
From this thoughtful emptiness
Of it all
Trying hard
To smooth out
The wrinkles of the
Unfolding days
No progression
But then again,no worrying in the moment
That lingers here
~Sarah Mahina Calvello